Club Prive Book V(27)

We went around a bend as I was starting to sit back, and the turn jostled me, causing my hand slid higher up his thigh, my fingers brushing against the bulge in his jeans. I heard him suck in a breath and my stomach clenched. I loved that an accidental touch could make him react like that.

The mischievous part of me, the one that had been growing bolder the more time I spent with Gavin, decided that it was time to come out and play. I didn’t sit back, but rather leaned as close as my seatbelt would allow, pressing my breasts against his arm, and put my mouth against his ear.

“Wherever we’re going,” I whispered. “I hope it has a nice, big bed because I fully intend to show my gratitude for your offer.” I flicked out my tongue, catching his earlobe with the tip.

The car jerked, then pulled off the side of the road, moving up behind a small cusp of trees. It was all so sudden that I barely had time to process it before the car was off and Gavin was turning towards me, his eyes blazing.

Oh. Apparently not waiting for our destination. The ache between my legs approved of that decision.

He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me forward until our mouths crashed together. I made a noise in the back of my throat and his fingers flexed against my neck as his tongue pushed between my lips.

We’d had sex several times since the incident with Howard, and it had been great every time, but the edge that had existed before was gone. We teased about me being a “bad girl” and things like that, but never did anything about it. I kept telling Gavin that I was okay, that he didn’t need to treat me like I was breakable, but I could feel him holding back. And it wasn’t like before when he’d been testing what I liked. This was more that he was afraid he would do something that would hurt me, not physically, but emotionally. I appreciated that, but I was starting to miss the world he’d just started to introduce me to. I was actually craving something rougher, something driven by pure need.

This kiss promised everything I wanted and more, and I wasn’t about to let him reconsider.

I sucked on his tongue, earning that near-growl I’d been missing, and I dropped my hands between us. I managed to get the button undone and his pants unzipped before he realized what I was doing. He took my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging lightly at the kiss-swollen flesh, and I slid my hand into his pants.

“Fuck.” His mouth tore away from mine the moment I took him in my hand.

He was hot and hard, straining against the confines of his boxer-briefs, and I wanted nothing more than to free him – lower my head and take him in my mouth, feel him thrust up, running that silk-covered shaft over my tongue...

“Get out of the car.”

I blinked, startled out of my fantasy. What?

He pressed his lips against mine hard enough to bruise. “Get. Out. Of. The. Car.”

I drew in a shuddering breath, my panties instantly soaked. My fingers were shaking so badly I could barely unfasten my seatbelt, but I finally managed and climbed out of the car. Gavin was already standing on my side. He held out his hand and I took it. Without a word, he pulled me towards him. Just before I crashed into him, he turned me, pressing his hand against my back.

I didn’t need him to say anything to know what he wanted. My entire body was thrumming in anticipation as I bent over the hood. Part of me couldn’t believe I was doing this, out in the open, hidden from the road by only a few trees, but a louder part of me was screaming for him to just do it already because I was going to explode if he didn’t.

Gavin pushed up the back of my dress and I waited for him to remove my panties. He didn’t. Instead, he nudged my legs further apart and pulled aside the soft cotton material. There was no warning. No prep. One moment, I felt him at my entrance, and then next, he was buried to the hilt inside me.

I cried out, a sound that might have been a wail if I’d had more air in my lungs. I didn’t though. I could barely get a breath as he immediately began to pound into me, his thrusts hard and deep, each one raising me up on my tiptoes and forcing the air out of my lungs.

I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to absorb the sensations. The heat of the metal beneath my hands, through my dress. His fingers digging into my hips. My pussy stretching around him. The almost painful pleasure racing through every cell.

And then there was more.

His hands left my hips. One slid between me and the car, delving into the front of my dress to find my nipple hard and eager for his attention. His other hand moved underneath me, his fingers finding that swollen bundle of nerves.

The instant he touched me, I came, but he didn’t stop. Even as my body shuddered, tensing with my orgasm, he continued his ministrations, working me from one climax into another. Only as my second orgasm peaked did I feel his hips jerk against me. He came with a drawn-out groan, and I felt him pulse as he filled me.